Their way took them through a beautiful hilly country and for a while they had glimpses of the river, which brought them pleasant reminiscences of their rambling, happy-go-lucky voyage.
"Who does the _Good Turn_ belong to?" Tom asked.
"I think it belongs to Honorable Pee-wee Harris," said Roy. "He did the trick that won it."
"I"ll tell you who she belongs to," said Pee-wee. "She belongs to the First Bridgeboro Troop, Boy Scouts of America."
"Raven, Fox and Elk!" said Roy. "Right you are, Pee-wee. United we stand, divided we squall."
A tramp of a couple of hours over country roads brought them to Leeds, and they hiked along its main street contributing not a little to its picturesqueness with their alert, jaunty air, their brown complexions which matched so well with the scout attire, their duffel bags and their long staves. More than one farmer and many an early summer boarder stared at them and hailed them pleasantly as they pa.s.sed along.
"I like this village," said Pee-wee.
"I"ll have it wrapped up for you," said Roy; "Take it, or have it sent?"
"How do we get to Black Lake?" Tom asked of a man who was lounging outside one of the shops.
"Ye ain"t goin" to walk it, be ye?" he answered, scrutinizing them curiously.
"Right you are," said Roy. "How did you guess?"
"Ye got a pooty smart walk afore ye," the man said, dubiously.
"Well, we"re pretty smart boys," said Roy. "Break it to us gently, and let us hear the worst."
"Baout five mile "f ye take th" hill rud."
"Gracious, goodness me!" said Roy, "are they all the same length?"
"Haouw?"
"The miles; lads, I"m just reckless enough to do it."
"Wall," drawled their informant, "Ye go "long this rud t"l ye come t" a field whar thar"s a red caouw, then ye cut right through th" middle uv it "n" go on over a stun wall "n" ye"ll come to a woods rud. Ye foller that t"l ye come to a side path on the left on it that goes up hill.
Black Lake"s t"other side that hill. Ye got to pick yer way up through the woods "long that path if ye kin foller it, "n" when ye git t" the top ye kin look daown "n" see th" lake, but ye"ll have a smart climb gettin" daown th" hill."
"That"s us," said Roy. "Thanks--thanks very much."
When they had gone a little way he halted Tom and Pee-wee with a dramatic air.
"Lads," said he, "we"ve got the _Motor Boat Heroes_ and the _Dauntless Chums_ and _Submarine Sam_ beaten to a frazzle! We"re the _Terrible Trio Series_, volume two million. Lads, get out your dirks and keep up stout hearts. We have to cut through the middle of a red cow! That man said so!"
Three-quarters of an hour more along an apparently disused road and they came upon a trail which was barely discernible, leading up a steep and densely wooded hill. In places they had to climb over rugged terraces, extricating themselves from such mazes of tangled underbrush as they had never before seen. Now and then the path seemed to peter out and they found it again with difficulty and only by the skilful use of scout tracking lore. The long, steep climb was filled with difficulties, but they pressed on amazed at the wildness all about them.
At last, by dint of much hard effort and after many wasted steps through loss of the trail, they came out upon the summit, and looked down upon a sight which sent a thrill to all three. The other side of the hill was, perhaps, not as steep as the side which they had mounted, but it was thickly wooded and at its base was a sheet of water surrounded by lofty hills, all covered with dense forest, which extended right down to the water"s edge. The lake was perhaps a mile long, and lay like a dark jewel amid the frowning heights which closed it in. The trees along sh.o.r.e were dimly reflected in the still, black water. The quiet of the spot was intense. It was relieved by no sign of habitation, save a little thin, uncertain column of smoke which rose from among the trees on the farther sh.o.r.e.
The solemnity of the scene, the blackness and isolation of that sheet of water, the dense woods, rising all around it and shutting out the world, was quite enough to cast a spell on anyone, and the three boys looked about them awestruck and for a moment speechless.
"Jiminy crink.u.ms!" said Pee-wee, at length.
Tom only shook his head.
"Reminds you of Broadway and Forty-second Street," said Roy.
They started down the hill and found that their descent was quite as difficult as the ascent had been, but at last they reached the foot and now, from this lower viewpoint they could catch a glimpse of the wood interior on the opposite sh.o.r.e. There were several log cabins harmonizing in color with the surrounding forest and, therefore, inconspicuous. Farther from the sh.o.r.e the boys glimpsed another and larger structure and at the water"s edge they now saw a boat drawn up.
It was evident that the way they had come was not the usual way to reach the camp, for there was no sign of trail along the sh.o.r.e, and to pick their way around, with the innumerable obstacles which beset the way, would have taken several hours.
"It must be lively around here on Sat.u.r.day nights with the crowd out doing their marketing, and the movie shows----" began Roy.
"Aw, shut up!" said Pee-wee.
They raised their voices in unison and shouted, and the echo resounded from the hills across the water, almost as loud and distinguishable as their own call. Roy yelled long and loud, slapping his open lips with the palm of his hand, and a pandemonium of similar sounds came back as if from a mult.i.tude of voices.
"I tell you, when John Temple does a thing he does it right!" said Pee-wee. "Gee, you can"t deny that!"
In a few moments a man approached on the opposite sh.o.r.e and leisurely got into the boat. As he rowed across, he looked around once in a while, and as the boat drew near the boys saw that its occupant had iron gray hair, a long drooping moustache, and a face deeply wrinkled and browned almost to a mulatto hue.
"h.e.l.lo," called Roy. "Is that Temple Camp over there? I guess we came in the back way."
"Thet"s it," said the man. "You some o" the Bridgeboro boys?"
His voice was low and soft, as of one who has lived long in the woods by himself. There was a humorous twinkle in his eye which the boys liked.
He was long and lanky and wore khaki trousers and a coa.r.s.e gray flannel shirt. His arms, which were bare, were very sinewy. Altogether, the impression which he made on the boys was that he was perfectly self-possessed and at ease, so absolutely sure of himself that nothing in all the wide world could frighten him or disconcert him. The President of the United States, kings, emperors, millionaires--including John Temple--might want to be rowed across and this man would come leisurely over and get them, but he would not hurry and he would be no more embarra.s.sed or fl.u.s.tered at meeting them than a tree would be.
Nature, the woods and mountains and prairies, had put their stamp upon him, had whispered their secrets to him, and civilization could not phase him. That was the way he struck the boys, who from being scouts had learned to be observant and discerning.
"Are you Mr. Rushmore?" Tom asked, and as the man nodded a.s.sent he continued, "My name is Tom Slade; we"re members of the Bridgeboro Troop and I"m the one selected to help you. I don"t know if you expected me yet, but my scoutmaster and Mr. Temple thought I better come ahead of the other fellows so"s to help you and get acquainted--like. These fellows came with me just for fun, but, of course, they want to help get things ready. The rest are coming up in July."
This was a good deal for Tom to say at a stretch, and it fell to the voluble Pee-wee later to edify Mr. Rushmore with all the details of their trip, winding up with a glowing peroration on Roy"s greatness.
"Waal, I reck"n I"m glad ye"ve come--the hull three on ye," Jeb Rushmore drawled.
"That"s some trail over that hill," said Roy, as they rowed across. "We lost it about a dozen times."
"Thet? Thet ain"t no trail," said Jeb. "Thet"s a street--a thurafare.
I"m a-goin" t" test you youngsters out follerin" thet on a dark night."
"Have a heart!" said Roy. "I could never pick that out with a flashlight."
"A what? Ye won"t hev no light o" no sort, not ef _I_ know it."
The boys laughed. "Well, I see we"re up against the real thing," said Roy, "but if that"s a thoroughfare, I"d like to see a trail--that"s all."
"Ye don" need ter see it," drawled Jeb. "Ye jest _feel_ it."
"You must have a pretty good sense of touch," said Roy.
"Ye don" feel it with your hands, youngster, ye jest _sense_ it."